The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky.

Two Seasons, It Is Said, Exist- The Summer Of The Just, And This Of Ours, Diversified With Prospect, And With Frost- May Not Our Second With Its First So Infinite Compare That We But Recollect The One The Other To Prefer?

Fortune Befriends The Bold.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

This So Much Joy! This So Much Joy! If I Should Fail, What Poverty! And Yet, As Poor As I Have Ventured All Upon A Throw; Have Gained! Yes! Hesitated So This Side The Victory!